DAY 3: Forced agoraphobia, a thing
I guess, I like this, I'm so comfortable
I got a five-day head start
a fifty-year head start
I normally can go out
but I don't
don't like to
so now I'm cool
with the isolation
I am a rock
which drives normal people crazy
me, self-entertaining
me, self-starting (Lordy, so many projects)
self-quarantine of the self
help, Doktor Freud, help
my phobia is slipping
(my slip is showing)
I am an island
yet finally I have thousands
millions of sisters and brothers
larvae in crowded egg shells
how do you'all like it?
warm and safe
warm and safe
designing your own
tight mental/health space
like a Market Street mime
closing in on himself
in white face
the pale face of fear
of death
2000 already smothered,
am I next?
no but
no but
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